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KISSED BY WATER

The Watchtower Chronicles #3

Delwyn Jenkins

Released Sept 24th, 2015

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Charlotte McLaren is tired of being
the good girl - the shy, gentle soul that everyone tiptoes around in case she
startles. She wants to be strong and decisive, as powerful and independent as
her Witch-sisters. She’s determined to join in the fight against their enemy
and to do that she has to challenge everything she’s been taught to believe.

Tristan, a Watchtower Knight, has
spent three agonizing months locked in a hell of dark magic - and he emerges a
changed man. No longer fun and carefree, there’s a darkness in him now that
stalks and prowls, just waiting to escape. A darkness he’s desperate to keep
from everyone he cares about, especially the lovely Charlotte.

But his water Witch lures him with
her innocence and determination, making demands he’s not sure he can fulfill.
His honor demands he walk away, but his heart already knows it’s too late.

Tristan followed
Charlotte to the tables set up in the dappled shadows of the roof garden.
Waiting until she took her seat Tristan pulled out a chair and sat next to her.
She leaned on the table, turned her head slightly to look at him and his gut
churned in an unsettling prescience.

She
licked her lips – a nervous habit he normally found endearing. Right now it
just set him on edge. “Tristan, I want to ask you something.”

No. He
knew what she was going to ask and he couldn’t let the words leave her lips. He
was afraid if she gathered the courage to make the request he wouldn’t be able
to deny her. And he had to.

“Charlotte,
I can’t.” He fisted his hands in his lap so he didn’t reach for her. “I’m so
sorry.”

The
dejected slump of her shoulders was akin to a slap, and he felt the pain of it
right down to his soul. She took three breaths, then four, and on the fifth she
straightened her spine and looked him in the eye. “I haven’t actually asked
anything yet.”

“You
don’t need to.” His heart slammed against his ribs and the need to say yes
warred with the necessity of saying no. “I can only think of one thing that
would charge your energy with that particular mix of fear, determination and
want. You intend to trigger your Quickening, and with the connection we’ve forged,
you’re considering me as a partner.”

She
stared at him and he sat quietly, allowing her the time to come up with a
considered response.

“Do you
have any idea how hard this is for me?” Her voice was steady but her agitation
rolled off her in waves.

“Yes, I
do.” Before he could stop himself, he reached out and he placed his hand over
hers. “I know you, Charlotte, your strengths and frailties. You don’t want to
be left behind by Kam and Mycah and you don’t want to be the weak link in your
Quatre.”

There
were so many reasons he was a bad choice for her – he was a womanizer,
incapable of forming relationships that lasted more than a couple days. He was
a Knight, bound to the service of the Watchtower and compelled to live his life
in the World Between. Charlotte deserved someone who could be there for her,
who could commit to her in the way she deserved.

And
knowing all that, he still would have been bastard enough to say yes before his
foray into the dark. Regardless of the sensible reasons they were wrong for
each other, right now the only thing keeping him in check was his need to
protect her from the darkness.

He
couldn’t tell her that, of course. So he stuck with the most obvious truth.
“You need a male who will care for you, Char. One who will lead the dance slow
and easy, who won’t push you further than you want to go.”

Charlotte’s
mouth dropped and the look of horror on her face froze the words on his tongue.
Jerking out of his grasp she lurched to her feet, knocking her chair to the
ground and panting as if she’d run a mile.

“You
total idiot. You don’t see me at all, do you?” She took a couple of unsteady
steps and her voice rose. “Do you think that’s who I am? Some timid rabbit that
has to be led around on a ribbon because she’s too stupid and cowardly to go
after what she wants?”

“What?
No, of course not –”

“Be
quiet! I’m talking now.”

Tristan
clamped his mouth shut. Charlotte may not be a timid rabbit, but she was no
lion either. The fact that she was angry enough to yell at him told him just
how far he’d missed the mark.

She
stalked closer, her body almost vibrating with rage. It was Charlotte as he’d
never seen her and he had no idea what to make of it. Leaning down, she placed
her hands on the arms of his chair and lowered her face until they were eye to
eye.

“What I
want,” she said, her voice low and seething, “is to live. I want passion and
excitement. I want to dance in the rain and kiss in the moonlight. I want
reckless and edgy, not boring and safe. A lot of things changed while you were
asleep, Tristan the Seducer. Don’t presume to know me or what I want anymore.”

Charlotte
spun away from him and stalked across the lawn and down the stairs. Tristan was
so shocked, so utterly gobsmacked, he did nothing but watch her go. If his
sweet Charlotte turned wild and reckless, he had no idea how he was going to
resist taking her to bed – no matter how necessary that resistance might be.

Delwyn Jenkins likes radical career changes. After
serving in the Australian Navy for ten years (and being exceptionally
disciplined) she switched to a full-time university Arts student (where getting
out of bed before 11am proved traumatic). She’s worked as a teacher, an editor,
and now writes full time - a career she plans to stick with for as long as
anyone wants to read her stories.

She’s an avid reader and movie-goer, an amateur belly dancer, and
a disinterested cook. She live on the beautiful south-east coast of Australia
where the changeable weather suits her mercurial nature.She writes sexy,
sensual paranormal romance as Delwyn Jenkins and also writes erotic romance
under the pen-name DJ Michaels.